"But..." Yu Qingfeng still felt that it was inappropriate to let the weak and injured Pei Wuyan lay on the floor.

"But what? I have no grievances against you, why do you have to let me endure torture?" Pei Wuyan turned around, his back to Yu Qingfeng, and muttered pitifully under the quilt.

Yu Qingfeng put down the curtains and quietly felt Pei Wuyan's presence through a curtain. She suddenly had the urge to hug him. But for the sake of both parties, she had to hold back.

"It's all your fault. You can just have some snacks, but you have to drink some fruit wine." Yu Qingfeng complained in a low voice, "Master Lin and I didn't drink it."

"What fruit wine?" Pei Wuyan was confused.

Yu Qingfeng was surprised, "My maid didn't give you any fruit wine?"

"Only dim sum. Now that I think about it, the dim sum tastes really weird. I thought it was local flavor at the time."

Yu Qingfeng had a flash of inspiration. How could she have preconceived the idea that the medicine must be mixed with liquid? Because of the routines of film and television dramas, do all kinds of Mongolian sweat medicines and Cui Qing Medicine have to be mixed with wine?

Oops, I fell into a cliché again, and this time the screenwriter probably played against the cliché.

In the previous three ghost mission cases, the drug that caused hallucinations for the missing persons and witnesses may not have been in the alcohol.

In the early morning, Yu Qingfeng was awakened by a strong knock on the door and Lian Shurong's cry.

Yu Qingfeng simply put on her cloak and followed Pei Wuyan to open the door.

Lian Shurong's face turned ugly, and he clenched his fist angrily and smashed the door frame, "The guards came to report that Ma Lei was missing last night!"

No wonder Lian Shurong was so angry. They finally found Ma Lei alive and brought him out. However, before the first night passed, Ma Lei disappeared under the noses of the Dali Temple guards!

"Where are the guards?" Pei Wuyan asked.

"Like you, I was drugged and slept like a dead pig. When I came back to life, the four of them said that their food at night had passed through Ma Lei's hands, and it was probably Ma Lei who knocked them out.

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"Go to Wen Miaozi's house immediately!" Pei Wuyan made an immediate decision.

The four of them took a carriage and went straight to Wen Miaozi's solitary home.

There were officials guarding the door of Wen Miaozi's house, and the yard was even more lively, with Wen Miaozi crying and the government officials asking questions.

Lin Ming took out his badge to identify himself to the government servant guarding the door and asked him to report the arrest.

Soon, the catcher nodded and trotted out to welcome them in. It seemed that Fan Zhizhou had already informed his subordinates, and officials from Dali Temple in the capital came from Annan Prefecture.

The first time Yu Qingfeng met the legendary little widow Wen Miaozi, she was almost certain that she was a female agent of the Dead Soldiers. No wonder Ma Lei was obsessed with her, she was indeed a slim, charming and beautiful woman.

"Mr. Wen, these are the adults from Dali Temple in the capital. Please tell these adults what you just said."

Obviously, Fan Zhizhou also informed the Song arrester that Dali Temple was here for the ghost mission case. Needless to say, Wen Miaozi must have told the arrester just now, as she saw Ma Lei being taken away by the ghost mission with her own eyes

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Wen Miaozi's acting is top-notch, and she looks like a helpless little woman who has just lost her beloved. She sobbed and said:

"Brother Ma left me a note yesterday, saying that he was going to talk to some noble people about selling paintings. I thought I was going to go back, but when I got up, I didn't see Brother Ma coming back, so I went to his house overnight.

There is no one at home either.

"So I came back again. Unexpectedly, I saw Brother Ma as soon as I got home. Brother Ma said that he had been invited to paint by several art dealers from Suzhou.

"We agreed to stay in seclusion for seven days to paint, but he was worried that I might misunderstand and suspect that he had left me alone and would not be able to paint with peace of mind, so he secretly ran back.

"Brother Ma said he couldn't stay here for too long. He put sweat medicine in the wine of the art dealer's attendants, and he had to go back before they woke up, otherwise he would offend the art dealer.

"Brother Ma told me that as long as he makes enough money, he can redeem my son for me, and our family of three will be rich and clothed from now on.

"While we were talking, there was a noise at the door. I thought someone was coming to steal the painting again, but when I opened the door, I saw..."

Yu Qingfeng sneered, "It's actually a ghost, right?"

Wen Miaozi cried even more sadly, and hugged herself tightly with her arms to express fear, "Yes, it's a ghost!"

"If it's really a ghost," Yu Qingfeng didn't hide her disdain for Wen Miaozi, "then she's seeing a ghost."

"Ah?" Wen Miaozi widened her eyes timidly.

"Song arrested the leader and Wen Miaozi was suspected of murdering Ma Lei and was immediately arrested and imprisoned pending trial. In addition, people were sent to search for Ma Lei's body nearby and even in the mountains."

Yu Qingfeng directly took out the official authority and waist badge of Sixth Grade Sizhi and ordered a local little head catcher.

Although Capt. Song didn't understand why, he still obeyed the order.

Pei Wuyan whispered to Song Capt. "Send more manpower, experts. This Wen Miaozi is very likely to have great martial arts skills, or may have the help to escape from prison."

"Ah?" Song Captou was stunned, "Isn't this just a little widow? Ma Lei, he, he was sent by ghosts because he broke into the Netherworld Tower..."

"This case has nothing to do with the three previous ghost missions and the disappearance of Ye Xuanlang. Just take Wen Miaozi into custody and keep her under careful supervision."

Since Ma Lei is more likely to be in trouble, Yu Qingfeng plans to wait until the ghost mission case is over, take Wen Miaozi back to the capital, and report back to the prince. They must bring something back to the prince, otherwise they will offend the prince's sister, and this backer will not be able to do anything

It will collapse.

"Lin Ming, I'm still not at ease. How about you go with Song Capt." Pei Wuyan handed over this crucial task to the person he trusted most.

Lin Ming nodded and took the order and left.

"Lord Lian, how about you take charge of leading the government officials to find the corpse?" Pei Wuyan went to seek Lian Shurong's opinion again.

Lian Shurong was stunned and joked: "Hey, wouldn't it be great if Lord Pei just gave orders directly? I'm not used to being so polite."

Yu Qingfeng rolled her eyes at Lian Shurong and said, "It's mainly the head. I believe poor Ma Lei has lost his head. Go quickly."

"Yes, I don't dare to disturb you two." Lian Shurong angrily greeted the government servants present and the Dali Temple guards who followed him.

Under the protection of four Dali Temple guards, Yu Qingfeng and Pei Wuyan rushed to the inn where Ma Lei lived.

Ma Lei's room is full of various drafts. It can be seen that Ma Lei has not decided what to draw. He only painted a little bit on a painting on the table, and the brush was thrown directly on the paper and fainted.

A large area of ​​black.

"Ma Lei left in a hurry. It didn't look like he left on his own initiative." Pei Wuyan only glanced around and came to the conclusion.

"That's right, he doesn't have a clue about the Eighteen Pictures of Hell. How can he bother to ask Wen Miaozi to describe a better future? Unless he feels that he is incompetent and can't make the money. But if that's the case, he doesn't have to do it again.

It was Xiameng Hanyao who escaped secretly."

Yu Qingfeng and Pei Wuyan looked at each other and unanimously came to the same conclusion - Ma Lei was kidnapped.

"It should be Wen Miaozi." Pei Wuyan looked around, looking for clues left by Wen Miaozi.

But nothing was found.

"The ghost case must be solved as soon as possible. Wen Miaozi cannot be detained for too long, otherwise..." Yu Qingfeng did not finish the sentence because it was a bit disgusting to continue.

Pei Wuyan narrowed his eyes slightly and instantly understood what Yu Qingfeng meant, "Yes, no matter how regretful and absurd a person's life is, he must leave something behind to prove that he has lived."

Yu Qingfeng recalled Ma Lei's high spirits when he talked about Wen Miaozi and his longing for the future, and felt very depressed.

"I finally escaped death and escaped the Netherworld Tower, but still... I wronged one person's heart and paid the price with my life. If we had told Ma Lei earlier that Wen Miaozi was the one who took his life, what would happen?

Would the outcome have been different?”

Yu Qingfeng looked at the paintings all over the room. Although she knew that this was the screenwriter's arrangement and they couldn't twist the screenwriter's thigh with their arms, she still felt sorry for Ma Lei's fate and her nose felt sore.

Pei Wuyan stepped forward, stared at Yu Qingfeng, and comforted softly: "People only want to believe what they want to believe. Isn't it what you said? Ma Lei's subconscious already knew it, but he deceived himself and did not want to face it.

"So even if we say it, he may not believe it. Instead, he will turn against us. Don't be too sad, this is Ma Lei's fate. If he wants to change his destiny against nature, others will be useless, and he has to wake up himself."

Pei Wuyan's words have the same meaning as Yu Qingfeng's mind. Wasn't Ma Lei's fate created by the screenwriter? The screenwriter is the god who controls the fate of everyone in the play, except Yu Qingfeng.

"Let's go inquire about those three literati. Let's find out the origin of this ghost case and who hinted at them."

Yu Qingfeng adjusted her mentality. Whether it was because of Wen Miaozi who was eager to return to her life or Qi Yao in the palace who was eyeing Pei Wuyan and coveting her, she had to seize the time and make a quick decision to leave this ghost place closest to the netherworld.

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The two of them, along with four guards, searched for the home of the first missing scholar, Jiang Hongxi, while making inquiries with the waiter while having a late breakfast at a tavern near his home.

"Those three friends of Jiang Hongxi," the waiter thought hard, "I don't know about this. But I know that they, literati, often go to Yuehui Tower to drink and recite poems. By the way, Jiang Hongxi was reciting loudly in Yuehui Tower before.

The article he wrote to satirize King Xiaonan."

It's a good idea to find a place to sit back and wait, and you can also learn about the backgrounds of these three people with other literati.

Along the way, Yu Qingfeng and Pei Wuyan felt at least two tails behind them - they didn't know who they were sent to follow and monitor, with the intention of understanding the progress of their investigation.

The two of them had a tacit understanding that now was not the time to cut off the tail, and it was not a good time to alert the enemy.

Yuehuilou is not big and its consumption level is not high, but it is the pub with the highest average cultural level of customers in Annan Prefecture.

When Yu Qingfeng and Pei Wuyan arrived, it was almost noon, when there were the most customers.

Downstairs, those at a large table drunkenly shaking their heads were those who were reciting poems and engaging in literary and artistic exchanges; those upstairs near the window who were talking passionately were discussing current affairs and engaging in political ideological exchanges; those in the private room upstairs were talking loudly about ghost missions.

case, the Netherworld Tower and the Eighteen Hells each express their own opinions.


Chapter completed!